Best Levies Poems
The air splits as jets rip the sky
as death pilots every flight tonight.
And fearing that everyone may die,
panicking people scatter in fright.
Harboring hate, oft levies steep tolls
in the struggle of east versus west.
For martyrs possess revengeful souls,
to that, human bombs can attest.
The sting of a bullet takes a life,
unleashing reality's nightmare.
But, severing a head with a knife,
makes killing a personal affair.
Standing on arrogance, we feel tall
till a mine strikes with its shrapnel bite.
And sold on right, we think we can't fall,
but a boy lies dead, lost to this fight.
Innocent blood spills upon the sands,
among the casualties of war.
And God-fearing souls wash crimson hands,
never knowing what their child died for.
(Quatrain)
2/19/2015
Categories:
levies, august, conflict, death, imagery,
Form:
Quatrain
I feel empathy for people that cry
and try to bring their suffering to light.
I can feel the joy within their world die,
and I know in my heart that it isn't right.
Loneliness can be a crippling feeling
that's more devastating than people know.
And that kind of hurting requires healing,
or it'll fester and soon begin to show.
Depression’s veil shadows a sad soul
as it sinks amongst the tears where dreams drown.
And hope oft levies a terrible toll
when there's no way up, and you feel held down.
Life has no purpose if it's lived alone,
without love, one may as well be a clone.
(Sonnet)
2/7/2018
Categories:
levies, angst, anxiety, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Sonnet
Only a hero volunteers for war,
willing to battle and die for others.
And do things they'd typically abhor,
rallying into a band of brothers
defending their homes, sisters, and mothers.
While war levies its toll in flesh and bone
insidious night-terrors haunt the mind.
And yet, in past wars, their cause was unknown,
but atrocities and guilt once combined,
PTSD symptoms aren’t far behind.
I was born while dad fought in Korea,
he had survived two wars before we met.
But who he was, I had no idea.
I knew naught of war; I was three, and yet
mom said my father was this army vet.
I could feel his anger, but not his pain,
though I bore its fury with every beer.
And cringed inside when he acted insane,
building up my resentment tear by tear
for he never offered love, only fear.
Frustrated, he was prone to violence,
but in his last years, I noticed a change.
He had stopped yelling, preferring silence,
and uncharacteristically strange
bouts of kindness, and tears, would interchange.
(English Quintain)
Nov. 11, 2018
Categories:
levies, 12th grade, abuse, anger,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Once pierced by Cupid's arrow,
love's the only thing you feel.
For Hope banishes all pain
to the fringes of real.
As euphoria floods in,
sparks spontaneously start.
And a warm sensation stirs;
in the cockles of your heart.
Forged upon desire's anvil;
fantasies burn hot as coal.
And tides of hope surge and ebb;
in a lonely heart and soul.
Freed by the passage of time;
anxieties drift away.
And though love levies a toll,
it's one that hearts gladly pay.
Categories:
levies, desire, emotions, feelings, heart,
Form:
Quatrain
Another year has come and gone,
but despite changes, I keep moving on.
I walk a little slower, take time to rest.
still work in the garden, is thought the best
vocation any man can enjoy.
My eyes might dim, and my hair grows thin,
and there’s more wrinkles seen in my skin,
but still I get those thoughts - morn till night,
which are essential for the poems I write.
and a hobby, I always enjoy.
Though the years add up, each day I rise
before the sun appears. Through sleep laden eyes
I watch the world stir, as my brain awakes,
and by imbibing black Java - that’s all it takes
to start another day I’ll enjoy!
Be it Winter, Spring, Summer, or Fall,
I relish the change of Seasons - one and all!
For each gives me reason to live each day,
in a manner, that suits me best. This way
I’ll do whatsoe’er I’ll enjoy!
Age levies restrictions, as I know too well,
whilst my years remaining? I cannot tell!
They promise nothing, or what next might fail?
But whatsoever? I’ll fight it tooth and nail,
for life has much to give, that I enjoy!
Though the life I’ve lived, had ups and downs,
with moments of laughter, mixed with frowns!
Life however, remains a priceless commodity,
and every dawning day, remains a mystery,
until fully lived, doing what I enjoy!
Rhymer. November 24th, 2016.
Categories:
levies, anniversary, life,
Form:
Rhyme
There is a potential so pure in your nature
that it be nexus between diviner and rapture
where freedom finds the fire of Prime Creator
deep in the brain's interior, a glandular mind expander
crossfertilizer of electrochemical ego and soul sorcerer,
the pineal pinnacle, receptor of solar miracle, regulator of the nocturnal wanderer
it is the tip of your spinal staff, the lituus which levies the chakra current into hypermatter,
33 skeletal sigils bridge the neural signals from root to bloom in the theta theater
as an inner vision of ajna becomes an outter creation of prajna in an unfailing future
with liberty being the law of wherewithal in a world wanting war with the philosopher,
passion becomes the parchment that your rights are riddled upon in cosmic character
unalienable imagination, undeniable in purification of reason unleashing the lotus tiger
into landscapes of raw physics where starry scriptures are alive in the instincts of an originator -
J.A.B.
Categories:
levies, magic,
Form:
Didactic
Old New Orleans
Written By: D. Collins 10/21/14
Back in old New Orleans long, before Katrina came.
The Wild Tchopitoulas were the neighborhood gang.
They’d come with their own personal band.
Waking everybody up before 6am.
The old New Orleans is what I remember well.
Before the levies blew, and people lived through hell.
Wherever you went, N’awlins was in the air.
It’s passion, it’s people, and it’s flare.
Being happy was the mission every day.
We replenished that with Crawfish Etouffee.
Back when the elders commanded mucho respect.
That’s the old New Orleans I will never forget.
Categories:
levies, appreciation, city,
Form:
Couplet
Today was independence day in our country,
I dint know the exact date, I just woke up on it in the news,
Don’t call me unpatriotic, because of that.
I went to the shop, got a share of my breakfast,
I noted, the prices had doubled,
I looked at the shopkeeper, I wondered if he knew.
I dint plan for that, now I was left with one way fare,
I walked to work, during the independence day,
Somewhere celebrations were being put in place.
In the independence day, I saw a notice in my mail,
Taxes and levies had gone up, it was circulated last week,
May be it was something to celebrate about, building the government.
How did it go? I don’t know!
Any difference from yesterday? May be none, may be worse,
For the first time, I had to think of it.
I went home at dusk, my wife asked if I knew,
“She so patriotic!” I wondered,
I sighed, and said I knew, just a lie she dint know.
I dint see any difference, just slaves inherited,
But to a worse master,
Don’t call me unpatriotic for that, it’s just how I see it.
I went to sleep, just like yesterday,
I saw it in the news, colorful celebrations,
Who knows what it cost, may be a hungry soul in the North.
I checked my site, and all other sites,
Cheers all over, with many “I love my country” texts,
I wondered whether it was for that or for independence?
Categories:
levies, patriotic, political, independence day,
Form:
Free verse
This violin is so small but carries like the heaviest of weights,
these cascades of shapes and shades are typically a waste,
and their traces are replaced by the weight the levies take,
you brace for the impact but you usually faint.
What once felt so safe, is erased into the waves.
What you thought was a phase, seems to be a perpetual hurricane.
engulfing your terrain every few years and nothing remains.
If it's still somehow alive, it's always still set ablaze
and the veins always eventually just simply drain.
A brand new template to sit and paint
but the picture always looks the same, nothing is to change;
looking like the same photograph you just simply traced,
as you try to deviate from the things you hate, all you know relates.
This violin plays, but the beautiful sound comes out muted and plagued
cracked and depraved, losing itself to its masquerade.
A new chapter here to navigate, where the old may dissipate
but the sounds will echo and resonate, with each new note that is played,
into a melody of which he has heard for over a decade.
A subtle change but the result is always very much the same
This violin has never been properly tuned, so it continually gets used
knocked around and bruised, so its players seem to always be excused,
if not confused, at this muse that they just so happen to always choose.
From honeymoons to the hope that it will hopefully improve
and when it's time to finally move, the violin seems to always be the one to lose.
Passed down for a penny less, a brand new second hand
snatched up by the next poor soul looking for a perfect match,
to give the instrument the love that it lacked.
A brand new second chance, that always seems to collapse and overlap,
scrap that is just re wrapped, doomed to be damned,
part of the story but never part of the plan;
playing the noises that will eventually tip the avalanche.
This violin is a beautiful artifact, perpetually attacked but it always attracts
it rarely snaps, it just adapts to the blasts.
Its sound echos in laughs but this violin never forgets.
Categories:
levies, depression, fear, girl, heartbreak,
Form:
Rhyme
The Directorate of Criminal Investigations can attest
That none raised a claim against him, even in jest,
And reports on his environmental conduct all agree
That he never injured a sprouting tree,
And that all he did was to the favor of Mother Nature.
Apart from a short peace-keeping mission overseas,
He worked for a charitable foundation that preaches peace,
He never skipped a day of work and never got fired.
Tax evasion was to him an unpatriotic sin,
And he paid all his levies with a mirthful grin.
All his Sacco reports faithfully indicate
That he remitted his contributions and didn’t wait
To be reminded by the office like the rest.
The media sorority remains convinced in every way
That he bought the three mainstream papers every day.
Policies registered in his name doubtless show
That he was fully insured from head to toe.
The departments of health well understand
That he was cognizant of the benefits of the National Health Insurance Fund.
He had the things necessary to a man of his day:
A radio, a piano, a car, and a house fit for his modest stay.
Researchers into Public Opinion are satisfied
That he had the right opinions for the day and year;
If things were alright, he agreed: if things were foul, he defied.
He married a pious girl and added five souls to the population,
Which experts say was the perfect number for a father of his generation.
His teachers are grateful he was never a nuisance to their work.
Whether he was happy or free is a question rather absurd,
But had anything been wrong we should have no doubt heard!
Categories:
levies, patriotic,
Form:
Verse
Man wants life, too easy, as sweet as honey
But for that needs money.
Money he may though have
But not sufficient for him to behave.
Not sufficient for his needs and deeds
Like uncountable rosary beads.
For his satisfaction of materialistic lust
He requires money to sweep away his hungry dust.
But wherefrom will he get more money
Which for him, it is as sweet as honey.
Atlast, he lays his hands for debt, debt for a few rupees
And from that day, a charge on his character levies.
Today, tomorrow came and went
With the end of each day, money came and got spent.
Again, he requires more money to sweep his dirty dust
Again some generous donors fulfilled his lewd lust.
Days came and went, with each sunrise and sunset
But his mind never sensed shame and regret.
Again he needs money to sweep away his dirty dust,
But this time no generous donors did him just,
Instead their generous face, radiated bright with rage and disgust.
Now he was all alone
Trusted by none and havoc prone.
He now realized his folly
To waste money in leisure and be jolly.
Company owners found him useless
Wasting time and energy in task meaningless.
They asked him to give his resignation letter or else get fired
He remembered the bright sunny day when he was hired.
Everywhere he was surrounded by dense cloud of darkness
No light, no hope only sadness.
Alas, he had no other option but to repent
Sit alone in dark and lament.
He went to a nearby river bank
Saw his reflection in rippling water and his heart sank.
Unable to bear the pain, the grief, the depression which pinched in him in
He jumped into the mighty river to wash away his sin.
Categories:
levies, depression, sweet, money, river,
Form:
Ballad
I can no longer pretend
the lies you tell me are true.
And if they don't quickly end
our relationship is through.
Expecting kisses and beers
you can't make sense of it all.
For you are greeted with tears,
and an emotional wall.
You claim you never cheated,
acting like someone deranged.
And I wasn't mistreated,
citing the vows we exchanged.
Tears choreograph the dance
as forgiveness is pursued.
And you beg another chance
hoping to soften my mood.
But the truth levies a toll
in the form of pain and shame.
And a small part of my soul
feels I'm partially to blame.
10/30/2015
Categories:
levies, anger, angst, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Quatrain
Tethered to eternal and boundless souls:
God's an endless chain of unbroken love.
Dreams and fantasies fuel hopes and goals
tethered to eternal and boundless souls.
Unconditional love levies no tolls;
both infinite and limitless above.
Tethered to eternal and boundless souls:
God's an endless, unbroken chain of love.
Tethered to eternal and boundless souls:
dreams and fantasies fuel hopes and goals
Unconditional love levies no tolls;
both infinite and limitless above.
God's an endless chain of unbroken love:
He spreads His love like the wings of a dove.
Categories:
levies, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Triolet
Dawn gilds the far fringes of Night
as shafts of sunlight pierce your eyes.
And you wake to a world of light,
free from drugs, delusions, and lies.
Your body bears old scars of shame,
yet you're finally free of pain.
And Sol rises, a ball of flame;
defeating dark yet once again.
Tears no longer pool in your soul
as they trickle down from your eyes.
For although life levies a toll,
hope gets renewed with each sunrise.
You feel like the engine that could;
it's been years since you've felt this way.
And actually feeling good;
feels better and better each day.
Now that reality's real,
you can face tomorrow once more.
And that accounts for how you feel;
for it's what you've been looking for.
Categories:
levies, addiction, faith, hope, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY: LXXVIII
for Suzanne DELANEY, in appreciation
(Prelude: CAN THE WRONG MAN BE RIGHT ? ABSOLUTELY !
If only he were NOT guilty of the self-same crime !
For instance, here in Europe, acceding to « nationality»
status can be quite ludicrously irrational: those migrants
even "totally ignorant" of the host country’s culture
and official tongue obtain their "citizenship papers »
sooner or later, while clinging desperately to their
own culture and country to the exclusion of their hosts’- some more fortunatethough enjoy « dual nationality » and therefore DUAL rights to LOYALTY ! And talk tough once they take over responsibile positions in society. And the
ones on whom the latter prey most of all are precisely
those « other» less fortunate migrants at their mercy !)
IF ever I had a country, a country NOT « wholly" put together by
either IMMIGRANTS or REFUGEES, you see, but by conquering
IMPERIAL ENSLAVERS on the backs of blacks and
on those fleeing from hunger, from religious
intolerance as "indentured-labourers », mainly, you’ll agree
WHERE the indigene was routed and rounded up into
RESERVES through superior "fire-power" by the
COLONIAL and local ARISTOCRACY
AND where TAXES and LEVIES imposed by the « Foreign Power »
drove the locally-born MASTER to revolt against the MOTHER
COUNTRY
Until the whole CONTINENT united « nation » after « nation »
to become the foremost mid-twentieth century « COLONIAL »
SAVIOUR of the WORLD country
Only to find its internal structure and economic power usurped
by other NON-NATION constituting ethnies
AND one-by-one take over from the original WASP founding PATER
FAMILIAS confederacy
Yes, then, I’d keep the NEW-COMER from wagging his/her tongue or
shooting his/her mouth tout azimuth - despite the legislative mandate -
as though he/she were the backbone of the nation or from attempting to
take over my « dear » country as if it were their « god-given » patrimony
Even if I never ever had no country stuck together with spit and elbow-grease to look like a pyrotechnically-powere Bollywoodian jamboree
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, July 22, 2019
Categories:
levies, america, anti bullying, betrayal,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue